A Touch Of Eternity

A Touch Of Eternity

A song as old as time,

Tale as old as rhyme.

In the farmlands of the ancient Greek city,

Resided a young maid perfused with dignity.

Belle is what the loveliest of the trees called her,

She was a poem coloured with the hues of the ether.

Radiating an aura of beauty and grace,

A touch of eternity was felt in her embrace.

Nurturing the world with love she was a keeper,

Radiant with charm, the world desired to seek her.

She was her father’s pride,

A young lass destined to challenge time and tide.

The way she spoke so fondly about her passions,

She was ecstatically panting her whims.

Her words marched in a rhyming scheme,

Bleeding her words on paper was her dream.

One day,

As she danced on her way,

She tripped over a fantastic man in the lost woods away.

Peter was his name,

The name that got inscribed on her heart,

Heavenly Cupid finally struck his dart.

In the vows of love,

They tied the knot,

A fresh beginning to their life they thought.

They moved to the ancient Roman town,

Unaware that their worlds would soon crash down.

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Peter was a trooper in the army,

It was time for him to leave and serve his motherland,

Enclasping Belle in his hands,

He knew she would understand.

They kissed each other the final goodbye,

Unknown that zodiacs had already played their card in the heavens high.

As she laid her head against the wall,

She recalled her duty was to serve her call.

Marching towards the war zone,

She stepped into the unknown.

Her valance helped the brave,

Fostering life even in the grave.

The death toll of the war was high,

Fumes of hatred engulfed the blue sky.

Herbal therapy helped her save lives,

Her presence made the ambience feel alive.

The prolonged war mashed their spirits.

Dreams of her lover’s sight,

Kept Belle awake in the slumber's light.

Shook by her inner voice,

She vowed that it was her choice

To serve here until her lover served their country.

Filling everyone with zest,

The drowsy soldiers jolted from their rest.

They were ready to fight,

Holding their swords tight.

Meanwhile in the camps,

Belle was engrossed in inventing a new cure,

Only to be inflicted by a pain that she couldn’t endure,

As she sat to eat,

She forgot the salient rule of war,

That anyone could cheat.

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Peter was returning to the camp.

Slashed in the back with a knife,

Looking back, he saw his best friend,

Who coveted his wife.

Peter died serving his nation and love.

The man entered the camp,

Belle asked for his beloved holding a lamp.

He claimed Peter was slurred for disloyalty and killed by the king,

Besieged by the news,

She gripped her wedding ring.

Her heart knew her husband couldn’t betray,

Belle asked for her husband,

But he had already left her to her dismay.

As the man tried to touch her,

She knew he was lying about the slur.

Smacking him on his face,

She stormed out of the place.

The man outraged by the act,

Followed her and held her in his arms intact.

Belle pulled out her carver

Baffled the man stepped back and called his men,

Calculating every step,

Reminiscing the old times,

She chose to embrace death and drew the knife in her heart.

An Elysian soul leashed in the chains by the world wanted to break free and loosen the trap.

She finally found her querencia in the stars.

Though Belle left the mortal world, her soul remained immortal.

A brave soul fleeted on its way,

A bride brought to her love that day.

-Hridya